Son of Zeus

Feeling the cool sensation of the gauze from the vial touch his wound, the son of Poseidon winced but he didn't jump or cry out too much. He'd taken care of plenty of injured horses to know that meant it was working. "Yeah, those things in Athens were really nasty. Must have come directly from hell, or something."

Once the gauze was applied and his injury was taken care of, Lochy rested against the wall of his cabin to catch his breath. The adrenaline of the day was wearing off and he was feeling exhausted. "I love you, too." He didn't expect to hear that from his best friend but maybe it was a result of a long day. "Thank you.. I really needed to hear that." he admitted, giving a weak smile. "I feel like everyone I care about is leaving. Kovi, Leo, Skylar, Rene." he reached a hand out to grab the others. "I'll always be there to fight by your side, thick or thin. No matter what."

the wall had gone up after kovi left, he had his core and he didn't have a reason to open himself up to more disappointment. keeping everyone out hadn't stopped leonardo from walking away too, that was another down. when he thought about the people he fought the hardest for, the ones he loved the most, little by little that list got bigger. but regardless, one thing was never going to change,

"i'm never going to leave you bro," adam promised with all the certainty his voice could carry. "just don't go somewhere that i can't follow," a characteristic smile cracking at the edge in response to the softer one that lochlan peddled, hand folding over hand, covered further by adam's - large, calloused, and strong. "shit would be embarassing for you when i have to come kick down the door."

he set the gauze to the side, "c'mere man-" adam added, pulling lochlan into as much of a bear hug as he could without preventing further injury, "you're my brother, bro. my best friend."

so heavy was adam's cock that stephanos could feel when he filled, hard and hardened, swinging with each step. the way it'd shift the gravity of him just slightly, stephanos pulling him tighter against himself to compensate. that didn't compare to the flexing, the wrenching and cramping of adam's guts around him, straining to deal with his rooted cock or his hefty load (or loads, from the feel of them). he made a good show of it, keeping somewhat contained and controlled while strolling his lover through their home, impaled and leaking in a thin stream, globs occasionally running down balls or thighs to hit the floor.

"like that, do you?" he liked to believe himself attentive, feeling the way adam reacted inside and out to the thought of being seen. being ruined, being bred and claimed, being caught in such a vulnerable state. letting everyone know that he didn't just let someone inside him-- he let them change him. he'd let them ruin him. he'd let them leave a mark that likely wasn't going away any time soon.

and when adam braced himself after stephanos laid back, the ring-enchanted wolf of a man wasn't entirely sure what was about to happen. but adam was always full of surprises. his chest heaved hard, air sucking in as adam managed to release a bit; the knobs of stephanos' transformed cock slightly revealed, plugging up adam even more thickly, before he'd slide back down and reclaim them. with wide eyes and dropped jaw, stephanos looked to adam as adam looked back. he attempted a smile, but it fell into a long, low moan; the one who ruined, being the one pushed past the edge. arching off the bed, his thickened hands went to adam's waist not to stop him, but to steady himself. to feel the rhythm of his body beyond the way that was making him cum, and cum, and cum; "please," stephanos grunted, heels planting on the sheets. "I'd ask for nothing less." sputtering a bit, as adam did the impossible. fucking himself on something that shouldn't be inside adam's body, something he shouldn't be able to take, but he could, and he did.

there was no effort to fix stephanos' glasses when they went askew, as he couldn't spare his hands. he was barely even seeing much at all, near-blinded by pleasure, by the extension of an impossible climax, by adam taking the insurmountable and riding it all the way down to the fucking base.

A laugh, short, dark, and rueful, “You’re fucking right I do,” tone rough with effort, body glistening with the heavy sheen of sweat as droplets beaded their way down his spine. His back flexed, muscles straining as he worked himself on the other’s knot, his own cock - impossibly hard and heavy - swinging with every movement, dribbling more cum in endless droplets of pre onto his father’s thighs and slipping between them. 

His eyes rolled back, his head falling forward as his body trembled, his muscles burning, his breath coming in sharp, searing bursts. Taking another look back, Adam attempted a taunting grin but his mouth just hung open as a heavy groan rumbled from somewhere deep in his cum-filled-guts. Stephanos’s dazed expression mirrored his own, his glasses askew, his hands firmly anchored on Adam’s waist. “Ruined by your boy, huh?” His hips rolled, his body milking Stephanos’s cock, his insides clenching tight around the knot, forcing every thick spurt of cum deeper and deeper inside him.

Time trickled on and Adam’s stomach cramped, the pressure almost unbearable as his thighs and body screamed in protest; his own ejaculant spent in ribbons and globs until what was normally a furious torrent was dribbles and droplets riding out the twitchy bliss with every roll and drop of his hips. Mewling limp and battered, stretched and gaped he felt a slackness at his waist as the bucking slowed, steadied, before exhaustion took the older of the two. Confident, young, and virile, Adam had every intention of keeping good to his word but swollen in place he felt himself… sink. 

Sink into the slumbering arms of his father, onto the swollen length of his enchantment, and the sanctuary that came with the embrace. Spent and broken in every impossible way, filled, marked, and drenched in debauchery. It was bliss, and in that bliss he let the exhaustion take him while the hecatean dad stayed firmly lodged within - Adam managing enough to saddle next to him and draw the other’s paternal embrace of the swell of his abdomen. 

A breath, 

as he carried the length of adam's cock further into his throat, nostrils instinctively breathing the other's musk, his thumb subtly ran over the ring on his middle finger. the effect was instantaneous. shadows lengthening from where the two stood, the entire alleyway almost descending into abyssal darkness. 

adam was asking a question, but all that left perry's mouth as a response was a choked sound. dark eyes looked up at the other then to show his devotion: lips stretched, gaze watering. when prospero pulled back to remove the cock from his mouth, he quickly replaced it with his gloved hand - pumping the length.

“watching?” prospero looked around, dazed. 

and found himself staring into many spectral eyes, watching. ghosts could be such awful voyeurs, especially towards divine beings. but again, their combined divinity was but a blazing beacon to all undead. “ha. you're being watched by the ghosts of staten island,” perry said, smirking. “want me to dismiss them?” he did not wait for the response, choosing instead to attach his mouth once again to the other's cock, savoring the salt already leaking from the overeager slit. 

Adam…

Prospero…

Adam…

There was a thrill that came from being watched, being wanted, and being worshipped - even if by the dead. Adam’s fingers tightened their grip before he unceremoniously rolled his hips forward with a sharp, needy thrust. “Nah, let ‘em watch as I ruin their prince’s fucking throat.” His other hand braced against the wall, his muscles flexing as he began to fuck into Prospero’s mouth, slow and deliberate at first, then harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward with every thrust.

 Swallowed in darkness, Adam could see little beyond the specter on his knees, and heard little else beyond the slick sounds of Prospero’s mouth getting worked over. His cock twitched as his cock leaked, the salt of pre-cum coating Prospero’s tongue. “That’s right P, take it-” Drawing his lower lip between his teeth, hips snapping as the rigid muscles of his frame tensed, he felt the repetitive push and release of the back of the other’s bruising throat with every virulent thrust.

How many eyes were on them? How many were listening? Watching.

Uh oh.

“Fuck !!” Adam roared, suddenly feeling his climax coming in hot, surging in his gut as the quickfire son of Zeus pulled out just in time to begin his release: firing the first ribbon across Prospero’s tongue. Adam’s hand tightened in Prospero’s hair, forcing his lover’s head back just enough for the second rope to hit the other’s cheek, thick and hot, followed by another across his lips, his chin. Adam’s body jerked with every pulse, his load painting its way across Prospero’s face: marked and claimed, with a pair of puffy red lips to match.

A lazy, shit-eating grin bloomed, stroking himself in wet, languid strides: with a closed fist to squeeze and tap against Prospero's drenched face. “Oops.”

"always." stephanos would never turn adam away, whether by choice or inability to deter his eager lover's affections. the father himself was at rest, button-down left open and knit shorts leaving little to the imagination. the picture of comfort. but not as comfortable as adam, it seemed; that last inch was an easy claim, one hand moving over to lift that remaining bit of cloth out of the way. just tracing around the shape of the crown with an idle finger, beyond casual. "what's keeping you up? you're normally asleep by now." brows higher, "need me to come to bed with you?" grin wider, "do we need to find perry?"

Adam gave himself a bit of a tug for good measure, hand sliding across hand, “But I always feel better after I bust a few.” Twitching violence amid blissful dreams of endless fighting inclusive. Adam’s throat dried a bit, swallowing through a breath he’d suddenly been desperate for,  “What’s the book about?” 

still, he'd lost so many people recently and that wasn't something he wanted to focus on. he may not have known elian well but it hurt just as much as leonardo or skylar leaving one day.

"hi, adam." he said as the other approached, he was glad the son of zeus was still there. he was probably the person lochy was closest to who was still at camp, someone he could lean on. simply nodding, he lifted the torn up shirt to show the deep gash that was still bloody. "you think you can stitch it up?" he noticed the supplies adam had pulled out. "i didn't even realize how bad it was until i got back."

Sometimes that risk, that cost, it came up. 

Like their fathers, Lochlan and Adam were brothers of a sort. “I think I can put some of this on a cloth and the potion will do that for me…” Adam mused as he held up a vial before proceeding to empty the contents onto some gauze. “Fuck bro, this is a nasty one.” Leaning in, he pressed it gingerly to Lochlan’s wound - mindful of any sensitivity, and of the injury itself. 

“Look- Lochy-” For once Adam was at a bit of a loss for words, so he searched for what he wanted to say: his priority, his intention. “I love you, man. And I want you to know that if you ever need anything…” He folded the gauze, applying the clean side to the wound as he wiped gingerly at the mending edges to keep any dirt out of the wound. “I’m there. Always, no matter what.” 

if stephanos didn't know any better, from the way adam was moving on him, around him-- wet squelches and soft grunts, rippling pleasure each time adam clenched or clamped, stephanos would have to believe that adam was very, very much enjoying what he was doing to him, under the influence of the ring.

"fucking your ass is certainly what I've been doing." offered with a smile, before he'd press hard against those cheeks, again. "fucking more than that, from what I can feel, and hear. fucking your insides." things that felt filthy to say, but only the more right to come from his usually more proper mouth. adam and prospero both were the closest to knowing the depths of his depravity. "fucking your stomach," as he sank fingers into skin left soft.

with whatever strength divinity and brief enchantment would give him, stephanos would crouch -- bringing adam's hips back with him, almost like a squat -- and get his hands under adam's knees. lifting as he'd straighten, growling low in his throat as the tug on his widened base would make him squirt more into his lover. then settling back, standing upright, adam fucked open on his knotted cock and exposed, knees in the air.

“Fuck -Anyone walks in on this -” His voice was a wrecked, breathless laugh, his head falling back against Stephanos’s chest as he was carried. The position left him so fucking exposed, he could feel it - the way his insides shifted with every step, the way cum dripped from him, thick and warm, trickling down his thighs. His stomach cramped again, the pressure almost unbearable, but - admittedly - Adam loved it. Feeling used, owned, and even ruined only felt acceptable considering the cock that dealt the proverbial hand. 

Risky. That was something to add, or maybe, something he should’ve figured out sooner. The bathhouse, the lake, the forest, making out in the amphitheatre; Adam had been locking Stephanos to the interior of the cabin for too long; dad’s back hit the bed, and Adam sunk onto his waist, knot pushing deeper as a soft whimper escaped the otherwise violent fighter. They both had their appetites, that Stephanos matched his own - maybe even exceeded - made them occasionally unproductive. 

adam's body was nearly as loud as his voice, so much displaced within him that it'd be impossible not to make noise, shifting parts of him around. roughly, to accommodate. from the back of stephanos' throat, a snarl curled low, ring-sharpened teeth bared as he buried himself deep. further inside adam than anyone ever before, or so he'd hoped, as he pulsed and throbbed. a fountain of warm load, finding space in adam's gut that might not have been there for it to take.

his arm still barring across adam's torso, that one was pulled lower, the rumbling from stephanos deepening, getting louder, as he felt just how soft he'd pushed adam's core. ruined, in a way. ravaged. claimed, in some sense. marked to the point it'd be impossible not to notice, as the father kept grinding his hips forward, keeping things moving inside adam just enough to allow those wet noises of escape.

"I would hope so," stephanos offered, some semblance of the caring lover finding its way back int his voice. "this is..." his palm, his fingers, sink deeper into adam's belly. "technically impossible." each breath likely pressed against adam's back, tugging his thickened root against the inside of adam's rim. "thank you for the gift. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have." matched with a moon-ringed gaze aimed right at adam, above a more lupine grin, reflected in the glass against the dark.

"now, do I carry you to bed to recover? I fear these symptoms might be..." he tucked his nose in behind adam's ear. "lasting."

It was easy to let his head fall back, it wasn’t in his body’s nature to surrender but nurture had coaxed that inherent aversion of being slack and pliant under someone’s control. Safe in the arms of the father, as it were; the effect just as lasting and as equally filling as every other part of the older man. It was gradual, but some of Adam’s senses were coming back to him, enough to be mindful of how spent he was, how full he was, and how locked Stephanos was inside of him. He could feel his body pulled back every time the other moved his hips, and Adam pushed back - milking the other for every drop he had.  

Adam didn’t want to move, but he was already half laying on Stephanos - the gelatin strength of his relaxed muscles willfully failing him at the moment. His lips curled into a lazy, sated grin, his eyes half-lidded as he turned his head to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to Stephanos’s mouth. “I was way… way… way the fuck more into that than I thought I’d be. Take me to bed,” so he could bounce on that knot until Stephanos started howling at the moon.